Sunday, December 1, 2013

Ruth Long Week 75: Haunted

though my mouth may
still be peach-sweet
it is no longer silent
but flung wide open
like pandora's box
letting the secret evils
of your dark heart
out into the light

out, out damned spot
get out and get into
the hell of your own making
to meet your master
flame-licked Lucifer
and find in me
the hound of hell
as fearsome a gatekeeper
as ever licked her chops
or gnashed her teeth